The young man who walked into the bookstore was Sander Ryan, a Level 3 Superintendent of the Central District Police Station.
Although there was no difference between the Central District and the Upper City District, the Central District Police Station was naturally a level higher than the peripheral police stations, and even their words were tougher.
The Central District Police Station represented the will of the big shots in the Central District, and those who could work there were either very capable or more or less had relatives.
As a result, the police officers dispatched from the Central District Police Station were naturally arrogant.
Although they were not arrogant, at least they never served the people of the Upper City District.
They served the rulers and nobles of the Central District.
They only obeyed their orders.
Of course, they were not very patient with the ordinary civilians or even the poor in the Upper City District.
Especially for Ryan, who came from a noble family and had his own family business, he was even more indifferent to the task in the Upper City District.
What was more, people with his family background actually knew a little about the inside story — this incident could not be investigated or solved by the police station.
Their task was only to represent the "toughness", "importance", and "efficiency" of the Central District and appease the people of the Upper City District. Remember the URL: m.9biquge.com.
In other words, it was just a formality.
Twelve hours ago, Ryan was still talking with his colleagues about which club to go to for fun tonight and which ball to go to next week to hunt for girls. In the blink of an eye, he had to rush to the dirty and damp Upper City District.
It was really boring to do this kind of thankless work that didn't even have any performance.
Ryan only wanted to finish the task as soon as possible and then go home to take a hot shower to get rid of the dirt and dust on his body … He felt that he was almost out of breath.
Surrounded by the damp and turbid air, he looked like the popular food in the Northern Highlands called … Yes, Zongzi!
Oh, damn the task. When he was promoted to Level 1 Superintendent, he would not have to run back and forth on this street like a shepherd dog with too much energy.
"By the way, is this the street where the gas explosion happened?"
When he came to this street, Ryan was attracted by the "miserable situation" on one side. One side of this street looked dirty and dilapidated while the other side was completely in ruins.
The yellow police tape fluttered in the wind. Two of his subordinates replied, "Yes, the Nuo Jin Daily reported this incident half a month ago."
"Half a month ago?" Ryan raised his chin, naturally filled with a sense of superiority. "It's still the same even now. The efficiency of the upper district is just as bad."
The two police officers from the Upper City District looked at each other. They were smart enough not to mention that the ruins had attracted a lot of media coverage in the past half a month. In order to satisfy the demand for entertainment news in the Central District, the reconstruction project had been delayed again and again.
It wasn't until recently that the reconstruction project was contracted by Luo Erkai that they finally started to work again.
In other words, the people in the Central District were the ones who caused the low reconstruction efficiency in this area.
Of course, they naturally kept the matter to themselves, in case they pissed off their immediate superiors. If that happened, they might not be able to keep their clothes.
"Let's go. So to speak, the only thing that needs to be investigated on this street is the row of shops next to us," Ryan said in satisfaction. "This way, the job will be much easier."
In fact, the job was indeed very easy.
When they were sent to the Upper City District, they were all looked at with respect and fear. Fearing that they would be found out, the people who were being investigated all served them carefully.
After a simple question, they immediately told Ryan everything about their families. Ryan was so flattered that his ears almost popped out.
The most hilarious one was the owner of a music store.
He nervously said that he felt that the owner of the bookstore next door might have been replaced by something evil.
"The owner of that store is an evil spirit!"
"He can pass through walls and do horrifying things with his telepathic thoughts." The middle-aged man named Colin said in a low voice as if he were telling the truth. He said in a shivering voice, "A few days ago, I heard him sawing human bones and flesh with a chainsaw. It was horrifying. He was even grinning hideously. I felt that he could kill me at any moment …"
One of the officers said jokingly, "Then you should find a church to solve your problem."
"I've already done that!"
His eyes bulging, Colin shouted at the three idiots who didn't believe him, "The priest is on his way. He'll come to help!"
"Okay, okay. Just wait for the priest to come. That's the end of our questioning."
Obviously, the officers thought that it was a joke.
Ryan had been alarmed at first, but when he asked Colin what evidence he had, the guy had no idea at all. It was all based on his imagination, and he yelled that he must not see it, or he would be met with misfortune.
It made him wonder if the owner of the music store had something wrong with his head.
"This is the quality of the people in the Upper City District." Ryan shook his head when he came out with his subordinates.
Then, he looked at the bookstore nearby.
There was no telling if it was because of Colin's nonsense, but at this moment, Ryan sensed an indescribable attraction from the shabby store.
It was from the bell on the door and the window next to it that seemed to be forever covered by dust.
Ryan walked in while talking about his routine.
The owner of the bookstore who was sitting behind the counter was younger than he had imagined, but to his surprise, there was a clerk next to him.
She seemed to be a young girl with bandages on her face and body, as if she had been wounded not long ago.
"As I recall, the owner of this store is the only one registered." Ryan had the basic information of the store in his hands and asked with a probing look.
The owner of the bookstore nodded and said matter-of-factly, "She's a clerk that I've just hired. Alas, business has been busy recently. I can't manage everything by myself."
"Is that so? Can you provide her ID card or household registration certificate? We need to do a registration. "
"It's a bit troublesome." The owner of the bookstore seemed hesitant. "She's the daughter of a relative of a friend of mine who just moved here from the central district. I think you know that it's very complicated for a declining noble family to voluntarily turn into a civilian. It's still being processed. All the documents have been handed over."
"Oh … I've heard about that before, but what about the wounds on her body?"
"We'll have to talk about the reason why her family has declined to this point …"
The owner of the bookstore cleared his throat, as if he were about to tell a long story.
The two police officers stood before the counter vigilantly, but their eyes were attracted by the bright roses.
Ryan walked in and inspected the bookstore while he said, "Speaking of which, your neighbor seems to have a prejudice against you. He thinks that you're an evil spirit."
The owner of the bookstore seemed surprised. "An evil spirit? I didn't expect him to have such an opinion of me. I even helped him before, but I didn't expect him to misunderstand me so deeply. It's really strange. Just think about it a little and you'll understand. How can I be an evil spirit? "
Ryan paused and suddenly saw the dark, mottled bloodstains on the recliner.
He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He turned his head abruptly, only to see that the two police officers seemed to be frozen in place, and the roses on the counter were like layers of flesh blooming, filled with spiral-shaped fine teeth and stacked eyeballs.
The owner of the bookstore smiled behind the counter.
"I'm … a living person."
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